Bumpy Bring It Home Lyrics - Singles - Freddie Foxxx

Ayo, turn the, turn the music up some more 

In the headphones for me 

Check it out [c'mon!] 

You ready, it's bumpy knuckles baby 

Sendin this out to my niggas 

All them hardcore street corner, wilders 

Ha, ha, freddie foxxx baby 

That's right, diamond d baby 

[verse 1] 

Whoever thought that I'd be mr. lyrical flows nice 

Like sunsets on the rio grande 

Grantin after sisters checkin out they can can 

My lyrical ability keeps them real niggas 

That listen to hip hop feelin me 

I keep it underground, sound's a buck china 

Even in japan they know, I'm the ultimate 

Spit at me verse, like it's my last one 

Slow ones, fast ones, I blast past the fake ass ones 

You see, I don't think no nigga's nicer than me 

I'm not conceited, that's how I read it, these niggas heated 

I dissect your verses like science class frogs 

I see your rap records is swine, like hogs 

Now cipher, that's like turnin down janet for michelle pfeiffer 

See freddie foxxx ain't wit that 

My shit is hotter than cayenne pepper, the mic wrecker 

The lethal weapon, I keep you high steppin 

It's not my fault that niggas listen to me 

And wanna rob shit, 'cause I do my motherfuckin job kid 

If you a thug then you recognize what you see before you 

Eyes and ears said freddie foxxx is here 

I been waitin it, doin it, sayin it 

Rollin by my motherfuckin self with my burner cocked slayin it 

And I ain't seen nothing that could make me believe 

There's a nigga rappin liver than me, you feel me 

Hook 2x: billy danze 

You in a class of your own, bumpy's in the zone 

Leave bumpy alone! bumpy get it on 

Bumpy spit chrome, bumpy hold a throne 

Now, bumpy bring it home! 

[verse 2] 

I wear rolex watches and alligator shoes 

Where niggas thought devil jeans was the big news 

I had fifty miles on my brand new benz in '89 

When you wanted me to critique your rhyme 

It just was all right 

Niggas brought rappers to me, for approval 

Now I give you sixteen bars, for removal 

I punch you in your temple make you stagger like yeltsin 

Over hand right to the brain is what you felt son 

Then I take off my belt son 

Show you what a whippin is, what a true real mic rippin is 

You fake niggas can't make it hard for real niggas 'cause 

There's no defense for the truth so what the deal nigga 

No matter who tell it, real niggas always prevail 

Just like a fake nigga always fail 

Niggas livin in a fairy tale, until they get beef 

Then he want peace, bitch, you just a rap pussy 

You comin just a lyrical lunatic 

I make it blacker than midnight at 12 o'clock noon and shit 

I keep rollin like the black navi with them micky thompsons 

Halogen lights, I keep my flow tight 

The new bumpy shit is like the new jordans when they come out 

Got emcees rappin wit they gun out 

Memorize lyrics and I spit 'em to the needy 

Send love to my nigga tweety, and can you feel me 

Hook 

[verse 3] 

I treat 'em like real stick up kids is the dark alley 

What's slick rick, it's the ballies 

With played out new york niggas it's ticali 

Runnin from the ill shit 

I do what record labels don't like, the real shit 

Money is energy, I'm hyped up 

Step on stage with that bullshit, get hair wiped up 

I be up in your crib, with my two black sigs in your ribs 

Takin everything you got to give 

The black robin hood I rock for niggas that can't afford rolies 

Ride around and in tagged up stolies 

I keep the truth like the holy qu'ran 

Here's a game plan, ambush, best attack, hit off my man 

I make you niggas listen to some lyrical shit 

Some miracle shit, some empirical shit 

Now I'm in flipmode, I got my gun in your brain 

And make you run you ch ch ch cha ch ch ch cha chain 

Bumpy plays no games, it's all real here 

Can't get my gun in the club, I keep it real near 

I'm harder than a bulletproof vest wrapped around a steel pole 

Six shots all through your body like real soul 

James brown or the meters 

I'm gunnin for you no talent rap style eaters 

When diamond d blessed me I had to come rugged 

Or unplug it, only true thugs can fuck shit 

Hook